No, not my sons. My sons' sons. I may be too young for grandchildren, but apparently I am not too young for grand-stuffed animals. Confused yet? Let me back up a bit for you.
A few weeks ago, I was cleaning out the boys rooms. Not just cleaning up, but cleaning OUT. I was getting rid of out-grown, worn-out clothes and shoes, toys that were buried under heaps of closet junk, and stuffed animals that the boys don't play with very often. I had Ben and Will help me by showing me what their favorite animals were. We wouldn't want to get rid of our beloved stuffed lizard, now would we?
Anyway, after we were done, I was making a pile of animals that I was either going to give away or sell in a yard sale. Will comes running into the room screaming, "MY SONS! MY SONS! DON'T GIVE AWAY MY SONS!!!" It took everything in me not to laugh my head off. But I was good. I said, "OK, show me which ones are your sons so that I don't get rid of them." We were safe because the ones he pointed out were in the keep pile anyway. Phew. That was a close one (for him anyway).
A few days later, the boys were going to my Dad's for a few days, and I told them to pack the toys they wanted to take, but only one stuffed animal each. Will worried and fretted over which "son" to take, finally deciding on his Elmo. He told me he was worried about Grover though. (Yes, your adorable pal Grover.) According to Will, "Gwover has been thwowing up thwee times a day, and he is vewy sick. Aftew he eats wunch, he will thwow up, and you have to give him a bath and cwean him up." Well, since I was apparently Grover's grandmother, I assured him that I would take care of him and put him to bed so he could get healthy.
I thought that would be the end of it, but poor Grover has been throwing up repeatedly ever since. When the boys are supposed to be in bed asleep, I hear Will say, "Mommy, Gwover thwew up in my bed and you need to cwean it up." Uh-huh. Yeah, right. Or when I am busy doing something I will hear, "Mommy, Gwover thwew up in evewy woom downstaiws. You've got to come hehp us!'
Our friends who were here the other night suggested that Grover might need to see a doctor. I am starting to wonder myself.
5 comments:
Ha ha paul has a "wife" it is a little girl doll magnet that a friend brought back from japan. i caught him in his room the other day singing. when he saw me he gave me the evil eye and said "shhhh, I'm singing to my wife." he carries her around everywhere and says "oh she just loves me."
The next time someone has to go to the doctor and it is convenient to take Will and Grover, you ought to do that. It's not fair, something that cute, not to share it with other folks!
How precious! Kids are so funny! My mom, "Tooz", told me to check this out and I'm glad that I did. How old are your boys? My 2 1/2 year old daughter loves her Zoe and Elmo about this much, but they both have yet to get sick. They would probably only get ear infections,anyway,since that is all we seem to get around here.
How sweet you just gotta love that Will..
Lydia, Thanks for stopping by! My kids are 2,4, & 6. And for the record, we had just had a round of the stomach bug at our house. I am sure that is where Grover "caught" his stomach issues:)
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